the theatre

[productions]

the theatre



You awaken in a darkened theatre.

In front of you is an enormous cinema screen. On it plays everything that's currently happening in the mansion, accompanied by appropriate sound effects and background instrumentals when fitting. The seat you're sitting on is large and plush, and while there's many of them, there's enough room in the theatre for you to fully recline the seat into a comfortable bed if you wish. Under each seat is a sleeping mask and noise-cancelling headphones, in case you'd like to take a break from watching the show.

Follow the stairs up and you'll reach what should be the projection room. There are no projectors in here, however; it is simply a large and well-lit room above the main seating area, and a good place to hang out with your fellow eliminated contestants if shouting at each other across the aisles proves too much to handle.

If you leave the theatre through the door in the back, you'll find yourself in a hall. On one end is a concession stand. It's stocked with standard movie snacks - popcorn, candy and the like - but if you're feeling the urge for something else, you'll be able to find it stocked somewhere in the back. On the other end is a table with thirty wrapped bags and a placard reading 'A star for our stars! Please accept these lovely giftbags as a token of appreciation for your hard work, sponsored by [illegible smudge]'. Each bag has a tag bearing the name of someone in the mansion; you will only be able to open the bag with your name on it. As soon as you open it, any memories that have been taken from you, including those of the other people in the mansion that you may have forgotten, will be returned in their entirety. Within the bag are also objects from your home that you may want for your stay here, though you will find no weapons.

There are no other doors in the hall save for the one leading back into the theatre room. There are also no windows; it is impossible to tell where you are and what is going on in the outside world. Any attempts to break out will fail. So in the meantime, why not sit back and enjoy the show?

Oh, and one more thing. At midnight following each execution, once all those who've died that week have woken up, a video will begin to play on screen.

Comments

[teenspirit]

I see. [ She smiles a little. ] Really...? I had missed her. I felt badly to see her within the Manor, though...

[aozaki]

[she gives a faint chuckle in turn.]

We didn't get to pick what, just vote for a name. She did work magic for everyone's morale, that's a priceless thing she and you both gave to the other players during the week. I wouldn't be surprised if she continues to impress us, like her master has.

[souredsweet]

There is little else for us to do but sit back and watch at this point. Though your travel here did not look at all pleasant, I cannot say I'm displeased that you have joined us on this side for the finale.

[souredsweet]

[poland...]

My, I'm surprised that you did not starve instead. Regardless, you may want to get that "popcorn" now.

[speakveryclearly]

[NODDING IN THE BACKGROUND. It's still there.]

[notyetlost]

Er... Kanaya got most of it on the floor.

[He panicked, don't judge.]

[speakveryclearly]

You got most of it on the floor. I tried to pick it up.

There's more over there. [She gestures like she's trying to slap the air.]

[notyetlost]

...

Who charges at someone who just died with a bowl of popcorn?

[You're under estimating Poland's laziness.]

[speakveryclearly]

Who charges at someone who just died without a bowl of popcorn?

[notyetlost]

... [Actually.]

Where's the poker?

[speakveryclearly]

It was evidence in the trial, remember? I had it in the secret passageway?

I thought you'd recall that considering how hard you worked to catch me.

[souredsweet]

[JUST kind of sitting back and watching them banter... snickering at Kanaya's indignation...]

That wasn't very nice of you.

[notyetlost]

No. Where's the haunted poker of the damned you tried to kill me with.

[Edging backwards in his seat a bit-- it's hiding behind your back isn't it!]

[notyetlost]

I know right?

[Definitely talking about Kanaya, right Kaoru...]

[speakveryclearly]

[She shrugs theatrically]

I'm afraid that was just one of the Producer's tricks. I had no personal control in that.

[souredsweet]

[yes he totally is.]

Shall I fetch you another bucket, then? I can almost guarantee that it will not return to you poisoned. [almost...]

[balzams]

Are you sure? It's really no trouble at all...

[He briefly wonders if he should leaver her alone. Sonia is clearly troubled and Latvia has an extensive record of saying the wrong things at the wrong time]

Or... I don't know. I don't have any wine but there might be some in the back of the concession stand if you'd prefer that.

[balzams]

...

He'll make it though. I bet he'll be really happy to see us again!

[Or something like that. He really doesn't know what to say but he does wish that Lithuania was here with them, Spain too, and they could all watch this bizarre show full of strangers and convince themselves it's fiction]

We should do something nice for him when we all get back...

[notyetlost]

[Oh sweet, Kaoru will still do stuff for him. This 'dead' thing can be worked with.]

Extra salt, proszę?

[notyetlost]

Given the state of his liquor cabinet before I left... he's like totally suffering.

[Poland hadn't been able to appreciate the signs properly when he was alive since he had no recollection of Lithuania, but... now it's painfully obvious how much Lithuania was crumbling as the game dragged on.]

[notyetlost]

...

So. You don't actually want to stake me and your girlfriend through the head then?

[balzams]

[Latvia casts his gaze downwards and fidgets with his sleeves. Of course he would be, knowing Lithuania. Whether he remembered them or not was out of the question, it was just in his personality. He wished there was more they could do for him, it wasn't enough just to write his name on a card and hope for the best but Latvia had never been particularly good at comforting people and he didn't know what else to say]

It'll be over soon... Maybe he'll even die within the week.

[balzams]

[Latvia had been a lot more restless than usual today, pacing up and down the aisles, occasionally knocking or kicking at the walls as if he expected them to be hollow and muttering odd sentences to himself in his native tongue. Thankfully for anyone irritated by his behavior, he settles down somewhat in the afternoon.

After all that fuss Latvia can be found holed away in the projector room with several single-serving tubs of ice-cream and a bottle of Riga Black Balsam. He wasn't happy, having to spend his birthday so far away from home but there's nothing he can really do about it. It didn't help his loneliness, or the tension he felt watching everyone else still in the game. Never the less he does his best to ignore the showing today. If anyone has a few moments to spare, he wouldn't mind the company. There's enough ice-cream and balsams to share]

[speakveryclearly]

No.

[Not even denying it now]

[motheringnation]

[Ukraine will sit down next to him. ]

We'll have a better celebration for you and Poland when we get back.

[Birthday's here are pretty bad.]